(I hate the Moon! I hate the fish) Archangel Gabriel wherefrom did you arise into the realm of humanity? You were a depth in the deep sea, where you lay driveling like a swine You are a gay icon, like never knowing your colours between green and brine You are a heavenly piece of shit, like you’d be swingingContinue reading “Archangel Gabriel, you gay lunatic and beggar!: A poem “
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Mother, there is a loud dystopian outcry; must justice die?: A poem
I hear a placenta knocking at my door I always had my lightening amid the vocal sound of silence This is more awakening in the sonne et lumiere Much of it was the love that I had for you! How can I discard the womb of my life for an underbelly of pretentious happiness? Spirituality is much my core, and it is your voiceContinue reading “Mother, there is a loud dystopian outcry; must justice die?: A poem “
I can only surrender to the ones I want to surrender to! Not to the likes of that fishy evil Anthony Albanese, the creepiest creep of the ages Prakash Saint Paul, the evil Church, the evil Labor Party or the Left Wing. You shameful creepy bodygrabbing morpher Anthony Albanese, hipswaying eunuch, trying to capitalise on everything I do! I curse you to eternal slavery in the deepest abyss! There’s no other way out for you! Get fucked you creep of a manipulator! You are eternally damned by me!
COMMIT SUICIDE, Anthony Albanese! You know you deserve that! I will never forgive you, for all the crimes and treachery you committed against me!
Mother, there is a loud dystopian outcry; must justice die?: A poem
I hear a placenta knocking at my door I always had my lightening amid the vocal sound of silence This is more awakening in the sonne et lumiere Much of it was the love that I had for you! How can I discard the womb of my life for an underbelly of pretentious happiness? Spirituality is much my core, and it is your voiceContinue reading “Mother, there is a loud dystopian outcry; must justice die?: A poem “
Where does truth stand, between hypotheses and lies?: A poem
Would you have sprung forth unconsciously into the world, when you were unceremoniously caught in the forceps of a conceiving reality subordinating your own hidden conception of spirit? Did you realise that this lifetime was a pretentious circle, even if time was meant to be circular, because there was actually the diagonality of two ends? Would you be aware, that you were infernally locked up in the diagonality of the twoContinue reading “Where does truth stand, between hypotheses and lies?: A poem “
Hermes, where lies the Tabula Smardgina?: A poem
I am a quantum spin ball around a vortex, an unmeasurable revolution around a crankshaft A life witness to the ordinance of rebirth and reincarnation Above even time, steadfast with its ages And the power to change earth’s seasons Would I have stopped by to write the secrets in the Tabula Smardgina? The secrets unveiled by Hermes Trismegistos, The Thrice Great; when wisdom is bequeathed only at a timeContinue reading “Hermes, where lies the Tabula Smardgina?: A poem “